photographic chronicles
...I must say I always have loved the "liberation point". The moment when the illusion collapses. Not only because it gives equally good investigative portraits, but because it's most promising: who knows? If one illusion collapses today, maybe another one, more important will collapse tomorrow. Something to meditate on…
Read MoreIt was really a pretext so I could get close to her. As usual, I was hired to investigate her. I didn't know why, only that she was a writer and a musician. I had to read her short stories and listen to her music and make her talk to me. What she didn't know was that it was really her pictures that were doing the talking. But I couldn't tell her that. I am often wondering about my employers motives when they send me to photographically investigate someone… I have managed to realise one thing: they know more about my subjects then what these subjects know about themselves. And of course that on the other hand there is always me... That all I really know about anything, is nothing.
The clue about my new subject came with the wind. It was expected through the mail, but after an unprecedented explosion in the post office -a product of overwhelming anticipation for the upcoming Chinese New Year, the year of the Dragon- the wind took over the deliveries that the fire failed to eliminate. Only a small piece of half burned paper had survived, with the words: “Eyes with neither artifice nor evasion”. It was one of the more clear clues that I had received for a long time. I knew exactly where to find this amazing subject. The Year of the Dragon was approaching promising not to disappoint…
Read MorePhotographing people drinking coffee or smoking is a routine for a photographic investigator… Photographing them eating cookies on the other hand is more challenging and a great deal more revealing. One way or the other, most photographic subjects have mastered the art of gesturing while enjoying a coffee or a smoke. Cookies are more unconventional. But I think much more enjoyable both for my subjects and me.
Read MoreThat was the name of the 2 girl rock band I was investigating a few months ago. They were very reluctant to have their faces photographed. Not their feet, though… And what would be more appropriate, considering the name of their band? In fact, one of them had indeed new shoes, while the other one was just "hangin' out" shoeless. Coincidence? Nobody will ever know.
Read MoreThis is a question unanswered. And it will remain that way, if I have anything to say about it. I was asked to follow and photograph her… I didn't ask why, this was just one of these cases… You know what I mean… the money was so good, there was no time for questions… And also, because I thought it would spoil my fun to know about it beforehand. It would be very easy to say that she was just a mad woman visiting again and again an abandoned hospital in Venice. It sure would be an easy assumption. But as I was watching her, day after day, I felt drawn to her, to her energy and personality. Being crazy was just too easy, too simple… In my mind she was an alien actor, a person from another world, stranded here, for unknown reasons. The only way to connect to her home was to perform again and a again a mysterious ritual - the movements and their significance where known only to her. I saw her move silently, harmonically, smoothly, gracefully in her mysterious, strange "dance", in a surreal but mesmerising choreography. And I stopped thinking. I stopped wondering, as well. All I did was hope, wholeheartedly, that she'd get back home, soon.
Read MoreA photographic investigator knows that there is no point in “fighting” the darkness. All one has to do is turn on the light. Keep it simple.
Read MoreThis was the code name for an urgent, after midnight photographic investigation of Zenobia, in colour. I have been known to accept the challenge of a colour assignment under conditions that cloud my judgement, like that heat wave that tormented Athens for over a week. I didn’t like it, but a photographic investigator never goes back on an engagement, so I reluctantly finished the investigation. Once again, I swore it was the last time…
Read MoreThe code name for this assignment was “Magnificat” (My soul magnifies the Lord). Immediately the reality of something that Lester Levenson pointed out struck me: that when you dive into the very core of a feeling, you will observe that nothing is really there. Like looking at a magnified object. The more magnified it is, the less detectable it is. My subject was a heiress experiencing an intense feeling of unease and dissatisfaction about the fact that she had to pursue studies in theology in order to receive the 24 billion dollars that were hers… A photographic investigator must let her subjects realise the truth on their own, though.
Read MoreAnother photographic investigation, another mystery with a code name… This time my subject was a renown spacecraft designer and the possessor of a classic greek beauty.
Read MoreThe morning just after another month of lockdown was announced, way before sunrise. Away from my subjects and without assignments, I was looking at older photographic investigations that I thought not successful. Suddenly, I found myself struggling to comprehend the expression “not successful”. Maybe they were investigations that I felt uncomfortable with, that I thought that they would not be well received -”by whom?'“, I asked myself. Or photographic investigations that I simply didn’t like or that possibly generated an unease, a discomfort in me. Just like I sometimes feel when I am confronting myself, at times of peace and silence such as these. When I am seeing my human condition. The human condition. Photographic investigations are really parts of the photographic investigator’s self, of her condition. Usually she is running away from some part of them, she is keeping them unpublished, she resents them, she puts them in the recycling bin. But the recycling bin recycles, it does not release or dissolve. This beautiful, peaceful morning, before sunlight made this bright star in the east disappear, I just looked at them and accepted them for what they were: a part of the human condition. Just that. And I realised that acceptance was working much better than struggle. And then I saw something vibrant, silent, beautiful and perfect. As is the canvas in which all photographic investigations are taking place.
Read MoreSometimes a photographic investigation takes place in the past but becomes what it is in the present. Which, of course, is all there is. In this case, the present was dominated by frustration and an urgent and desperate need for escape, which of course was a helpless situation - every form of restriction is an illusion and how can you escape an illusion that you have created? Especially when it contains horrific memories of the past and the fear that it is repeating itself… It’s a vicious circle really. In that context, trying to figure out what this photographic investigation was all about, I started browsing “The wisdom of insecurity” by Alan Watts. And the following passage made me stop. And all the desperation and need to escape just collapsed into their native nothingness: “…as a matter of fact, you cannot compare this present experience with a past experience. You can only compare it with a memory of the past, which is a part of the present experience. When you see clearly that memory is a form of present experience, it will be obvious that trying to separate yourself from this experience is as impossible as trying to make your teeth bite themselves. […]To understand this is to realize that life is entirely momentary, that there is neither permanence nor security, and that there is no “I” which can be protected”.
Read MoreWhile the original Bermuda triangle was an almost forgotten memory due to the fact that the phenomena that were widely experienced in this part of the Atlantic had come to an abrupt end thanks to the removal from the seabed of the Atlantean crystal that was causing them, many smaller ones were formed almost simultaneously. They started to move freely, bending space and time, serving only as clues or landmarks for photographic investigators. Some of us have quantum triangle detectors that can localise them in case that they are connected with some important photographic investigation, like this one.
Read MoreA photographic investigation that took place in a distant dimension, in the year 2020, the Year of The Mask according to the Lifestyle Horoscope, which, apparently, plays an important role in the way people of this dimension choose their accessories.
Read MoreThe soundtrack of this photographic investigation was F.R. David’s (you know, the guy who wrote “Words” -don’t come easy-) “Pick up the phone”. Avalanches of 80’s sound memories rushed in, leaving no room for anything else.
Read MoreFar far away is an invention of the mind. Because, in reality there is no “there”, there is only “here”. Likewise, there no “then”, there is only “now”.
Read MoreIn almost half of my photographic investigations my subjects have to be hunted down, trapped or deceived even, in order to reveal the secret that my mysterious employers hire me to unveil. And as you know, most of the times that secret is unknown to me and I have to work following clues and hints. So, every assignment is in a way, the shooting of a film noir, following an improvised scenario that me and my subjects write and direct on the spot. But in the great majority of the cases the subjects are clearly in a “fight or flight” mode, so there is action and suspense as I try to “convince” them -with great subtlety, of course- to get into a “stay and play” mode. This photographic investigation was different though, in more than one ways. The one you are allowed to know is that this subject was a chameleon -as you will see in my following posts- , she knew I was investigating her and she had no fear. her natural state was already :stay and play”. Undoubtedly, a challenge for a photographic investigator like me… But them, I can handle anything…
Read MorePrentice Mulford said: “The man -or woman- who succeeds must always in mind or imagination, live, move, think and act as if he -or she- had gained that success, or he -or she- will never gain it”. I was hired to photographically investigate Zenobia’s journey to the manifestation of her desires. “Something new, something wonderful” was the theme of the investigation. And a photographic investigator helps her subjects through manifestation having faith in them. “Faith is the power to believe and the power to see”, Prentice Mulford also said…
Read MoreShe was hiding behind a COVID silk mask that she wore -allegedly- to protect others from her lethal breath. My job was to photographically investigate her with the mask and I must admit that this was one of the most surreal assignments that had been given to me by my mysterious employers. It was a challenge. But I am an inter-dimensional photographic investigator and I tend to laugh in the face of challenge…
Read MoreThis photographic investigation took place 5 years ago in the einsteinian universe, but in the world of an inter-dimensional photographic investigator there is no time.
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